I walk into the room as if I am already on the piece of paper
a pink robe and bare feet walking on pencil shavings and cool linoleum… 130 more words
Peep into the past– sonagrams of men inside of songs, a little story of worry dolls–stick women within woven bags under pillows. Men in mugs and glass glasses with steam up-howling about sparrows with broken wings singing and strung precisely for sending out stories. 560 more words
Also, I forgot to answer: Do you deserve an apology?
Only this one: Sorry, no
gawky melange of remorse
will come from me.
Send me an arc. 103 more words